Page 18 of Seven Lost Summers (Broken Oasis #3)

Theo

I

’ve

never

wanted

anything

the way I want her. Food doesn’t fill it. Sleep doesn’t touch it. Air barely keeps me standing. She’s still on my tongue, soaked into every breath, every thought.

I love the way her slick clung to Nate’s fingers, the way he looked at me when he held them out, daring me to move.

And I did.

Fuck, I didn’t hesitate. I simply gave in. Let it happen without a second of logic. No pause. No breath. And now there’s no crawling back from this.

She’s kneeling in front of me, her mouth on my cock, her lips sliding down over the part of me I let no one touch.

And all I can do is sit here and take it, legs tense, fingers buried in her hair, my whole fucking world narrowed down to the heat of her mouth and the way Nate is breathing next to me.

Every sound Bianca makes, every drag of her tongue, every time her throat flutters around me, has got my heart pounding like it’s trying to tear through my ribs.

My hands grip harder, not to control her, but to anchor myself.

Because I’m fucking floating, untethered, lost in something I don’t understand how to survive.

This is so much more than I imagined.

Filthier. Hotter. Messier in all the ways that leave me fucked and wanting more. It’s not only her mouth. It’s her.

The way she looked at me before sinking to her knees, eyes full of something that cut right through the damage and didn’t flinch. Her hands on me with this steady need, as if every scar made sense to her.

And suddenly there’s Nate beside me, close enough that our arms keep brushing.

That should shut me down. Should have me pulling away, pretending none of this is getting to me. But it doesn’t. It tightens everything. Nate heats it. Twists it into something I don’t want to fight.

His eyes are on me. Burning through the space between us.

Watching.

Wanting.

Every time she moans around my cock, his breath stutters. Fuck, that does something to me. I’m certain I couldn’t do this without him here next to me.

I turn my head and catch him palming his cock through his jeans, as if he’s barely holding on. I can tell how close he is to losing it. The hunger’s right there, eating through whatever’s left of his control.

I want to witness him fall apart. I’ve never thought that before, especially about him. But now I want it. I need to see her mouth on him the way it’s wrapped around me. Watching him come undone in the heat of it is all I can think about.

I drop my gaze back to Bianca as she slides down my shaft, her hand wrapped around the base of my cock, stroking what her mouth can’t reach. Her eyes hold mine, filled with heat and something that hits dangerously close to affection.

I bite down a groan, my head tipping back, breath catching as she speeds up, her rhythm steady and fucking perfect. I want to tell her to stop so it lasts. But I’m too far gone. One more stroke. One more second.

Nate’s voice cuts through. “Are you okay?”

I manage a nod, barely.

“Yeah,” I breathe. “Fuck… yeah.”

He leans in closer, mouth near my ear, and that alone nearly pushes me over the edge.

“She looks so fucking good on her knees for you,” he whispers, voice dripping with something dangerous. “You should see your face right now.”

I groan, head tipping forward, eyes fluttering open barely enough to catch Bianca still working me over like she wants to own every piece of me.

All I can think is… I never realized it could be this good, and we’ve barely started. Her mouth is heaven and sin all at once.

I’m not only hard. I’m fucking throbbing.

Every nerve under my skin is on fire, and I can’t stop staring at her. The way she moves. The way she holds me in the back of her throat.

She moans around me, and I groan, the sound ripping straight from my chest.

I glance to the side.

Fuck, Nate’s beautiful.

I know now why chicks fall over themselves to get close. I get it. And it’s messing with my head more than I want to admit. I don’t understand why that thought hits me now. Maybe it’s always been there, buried under years of looking away.

But now, with Bianca on her knees, her mouth full of me, and Nate right beside me… I can’t escape it.

He glances over and our eyes meet. His lips part slightly. His breath catches. There’s this moment that hums between us.

I wonder what it would be like to kiss him.

The thought comes so fast, so violently, I nearly flinch.

My body tenses, cock twitching in Bianca’s mouth, my pulse hammering in my throat.

I shouldn’t want that. I don’t even understand what that means.

But I do. I fucking want it. Not instead of her.

But with this. With her. With him. It scares the fucking shit out of me.

I groan, loud, my free hand clutching the edge of the mattress like I need something to hold me down.

My whole body seizes as I come hard, hips jerking, a ragged, helpless groan ripping from my throat. My eyes lock on Bianca as I fall apart, and it’s like something inside me explodes. My orgasm rips through me, hard and hot, and I can’t breathe, can’t think, can’t fucking hide.

My cock pulses, spilling into Bianca’s mouth.

Her hand still works me, drawing every drop out as if she knows I’ve experienced nothing close to this.

My thighs shake as my stomach caves. My mouth opens, but nothing comes out.

I drop back onto the mattress, wrecked in a way I never imagined was possible.

Nate leans in and presses his palm flat against my chest as though he needs to be sure my heart’s still beating. He’s close enough that I can sense his heat, his smell, that’s been driving me insane since this whole fucked-up thing started.

He says nothing. His hand stays there for a second, before he moves, lowers his head, puts his mouth to my skin and presses a kiss, right over my heart.

His lips stay there, and I swear I forget how to breathe.

My heart’s going fucking wild, beating straight into his mouth, telling him everything I’m too much of a coward to say.

I stare up at the ceiling, ribs heaving, my cock still twitching, still sticky with spit, and I bite down on the thing in my throat that wants to come out.

I’m too scared they’ll fuck everything up.

Too scared that once I say it, it will break everything we are.

?Nate pulls back barely enough to meet my eyes.

“I told you,” he says. “It’s good, right?”

Bianca shifts between my legs, dragging her mouth from my cock, lips swollen and wet, breath coming out hard. She crawls up my body, straddling my hips with that slick heat between her thighs pressed against my stomach.

Nate hasn’t moved yet; he still rests on one elbow staring at me, one hand stroking his cock.

Bianca leans down and kisses me. Her lips crash into mine, and I taste myself on her tongue. Her mouth is open, greedy and hot. She kisses me like she wants to crawl inside my fucking mouth and live there.

I kiss her back, fingers digging into her waist as I groan into her mouth, already fucking gone.

Suddenly Nate moves.

His arm brushes mine as he reaches for something. She doesn’t stop kissing me. Her body grinds against mine; that slick pussy over my abs makes me moan again. My head’s spinning. I’m not only ready for more. I’m fucking desperate for it.

Bianca pulls back and sits up. I turn my head to see Nate. He’s holding out a condom.

“You want her?” he asks.

My hand shakes as I take the condom from him.

“Yeah,” I whisper. “Fuck, yeah, I do.”

Bianca laughs as she lifts off me.

I sit up ready to open the packet, but Nate stands and moves in front of her, his presence pulling gravity with it.

He doesn’t look at me. All of his focus is on Bianca now.

I take in the way he kisses her softly, his lips lingering before he pulls back.

His fingers trail along her jaw, his thumb grazing the corner of her mouth, and she sighs into it.

His hand keeps moving, sliding down over the curve of her ass before finding the zipper of her short skirt and tugging it down,

The second it falls around her feet she steps out of it.

My eyes drop to her ass as he sinks to his knees in front of her.

His hands grip her thighs high above the knee, sliding upward in a slow, deliberate path until they reach the tiny black thong, soaked straight through.

He hooks his fingers beneath the fabric and looks up at her. She nods without a word.

He peels it down inch by inch, dragging the fabric over her thighs, past her knees. She lifts each foot for him, and he slides it off before tossing it carelessly aside.

Nate stays there, hands planted firmly on her thighs, thumbs stroking slow circles as his gaze fixes on her bare pussy. He leans in, nose brushing against her, eyes fluttering shut as he drags in a breath. The sound that rips from his chest is raw, almost inhuman.

“Jesus,” he mutters.

She shudders.

He kisses her inner thigh first, then the other. His mouth trails higher, tongue drawing a slow line up her skin, so close to her pussy it makes her twitch. A breathy moan slips out of her as her fists clench tight at her sides.

Nate grips the backs of her thighs and drags her closer, guiding one leg over his shoulder before lowering his mouth to her. His tongue makes one slow, flat stroke from the base of her cunt to her clit.

She moans.

I do too.

His tongue drags again—slower, firmer. His fingers press her thighs wider, holding her steady as his mouth sinks into her. He flicks at her clit, light and teasing, until her hips roll forward on their own.

“Fuck,” she breathes. “Don’t stop.”

He doesn’t.

His tongue drags up and down her slit with purpose, circling her clit before flattening to savor her again. His lips seal around her, sucking gently, tugging on that swollen bundle of nerves until her legs begin to shake.

I groan, stroking my hard cock, the condom still unopened in my palm. I should move. Should do something. But all I can do is stare.